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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Housekeeper - Chapter 16 (Part 1 of 3)

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 16 (Part 1 of 3)

Tears fell from Roger’s eyes… not
that anyone would notice.His room was
dark since it was the middle of the night… or perhaps all too early in the
morning.But the sun wasn’t up yet, so
to Roger, it was still night.The tears
were from many things.Defeat.Humiliation.Frustration.Agony.To name just a few.

Defeat because she had once again
reinforced all those horrible things he now lived with:the miserable steel wall that held all his
will power to disobey her on the other side, the command that made his cock
freeze miserably every time he saw a pretty woman… or girl, and the added
knowledge that no matter what, his first concern would always be to protect
them… despite how much he would rather kill both of them.

He felt humiliated by so much of his life now as well.Having to eat all his meals from a dog bowl
on the floor without the use of his hands.Having to wear silly frilly panties instead of his normal underwear all
the time.Having to wear a bra all the
time with balled up socks inside of it to give him the outer illusion of
breasts.Having to wear the stupid
high-heeled boots she had bought him as work boots… and now of course the new
horror of the miserable high heeled shoes strapped to his feet – that he wasn’t
allowed to remove for any reason at all.Not to mention the humiliation of having to sleep naked and chained up
every night.

He had so much frustration in his life.Frustration over all the many things that had been done to him… things
that had insured his cooperation no matter how much he hated it.Frustration over not being able to tell the
authorities what had been done to him, not only because her conditioning had
made that impossible, but because if he did, he would soon find himself in jail
for things he never did in the first place.A total no win situation!He also
felt frustration over having to quit teaching – a job he really loved.And of course, right now he was frustrated by
being chained horribly and very uncomfortably… as well as frustrated over not
being able to remove the miserable high-heeled shoes from his feet.

And then there was the agony.The agony of being unable to fight Janice Brinkley.The agony of having to endure whatever
torments she decided.The agony of
having his entire life ruined.And right
then, the very major painful agony from the shoes currently destroying his
feet.

If only he could just move.If
only he could just remove those stupid shoes… even for a few minutes. But he
knew perfectly well that even if he wasn’t chained like he was, the shoes would
remain strapped firmly to his feet… as if they were glued there.Only while he was in the shower – it was the
only time the shoes could be removed from his feet.He wondered if he should feel lucky to get
even those few minutes… but somehow he didn’t feel lucky about that at all.

He thought briefly about crying out… asking for help.Asking them to please release him… or at
least please do something to relieve some of his pain or discomfort.But he had seen first-hand what Carol was
capable of doing if he annoyed her in any way.And her mother was even worse.He
didn’t want to face what either of them might do to him if he disturbed them in
any way.

With his hands chained behind his back… the chain from the cuffs
stretching down to his ankles where his legs were wrapped in the chains that
went from there to the bed frame a few feet away.He couldn’t move very well at all.He had discovered during the night that he
could roll over onto his side, but the change of position quickly grew just as
tiring and he rolled onto his stomach again… only to roll to his other side a
few minutes later… only to roll onto his stomach again.It was a never ending battle.Every few minutes he tried to relieve the
hurt by moving some, only to find that it didn’t help at all.It made for a very, very long night.

He had dozed though.A
little.Full sleep was nearly
impossible, but at least he had managed to doze some.He was praying now for morning… praying for
Janice or Carol to come and release him.Praying for the time he could get into the shower when he could finally
remove the shoes that now had both his feet feeling like they were filled with
pins and needles.That is, he would get
into the shower if he could still walk to get there.But even crawling was now acceptable to
him.In fact, in might even be
preferable.He just wanted to be
free.Free from the shoes. Free from the
chains.Free from Janice and her monster
of a daughter.Free!

But freedom was impossible.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep again.And soon rolled onto his side.A bit later, he rolled to his other
side.But at least he dozed… some.

With no curtains on the window, he was more aware than ever of the sun
coming up.But as much as he prayed for
a quick release, it wasn’t happening.It
seemed like hours before he heard the alarm going off in a distant part of the
house – his old alarm in his old bedroom… now Janice’s bedroom.Would she come in and release him now?But instead he heard her going into Carol’s
room and lovingly waking her.He
expected to be released then, but nobody opened his bedroom door.He was stuck right where he was.Were they ever going to release him?

He heard Carol come out of her bedroom and go into the bathroom.He waited and waited.She was in there a very long time – probably
taking a shower… or a bath.But when she
came out, she didn’t come release him.She went back to her own room instead and he was stuck waiting
again.And waiting.And waiting.He heard a door opening, then a moment later, his door was opened –
finally!

Janice peeked inside Roger’s room.He was still chained up the way Carol had left him last night… unable to
move.The position didn’t look very
comfortable, but she didn’t care in the least.He was still where he was supposed to be and that’s all she cared
about.Not saying a word, she closed the
door again and headed to the kitchen.It
was Easter Sunday.A holiday.More, it was the first full day that Carol
would be back with her again – forever!She decided a special breakfast was in order.

Roger died when Janice never said a single word to him.She just left him there and closed the door
again.Ugh!Why wouldn’t she release him?

He heard Carol come out of her room and pass right by his door.Then he heard nothing at all for a
while.Finally, he heard footsteps
coming back down the hall again and his door being opened.He saw Carol come in.Would she finally release him?Please???

Carol was glad to see Roger still trussed up exactly as she had left
him.She was glad because he looked so
uncomfortable, and she was glad because she hadn’t had time to really think up
a good way to secure him.Maybe the next
time her mother asked her to do it she could come up with something
better.She bent over him and unlocked
his handcuffs, then she went down to where the lock was on the chain and opened
that as well.“Momma says to get your
shower now and get dressed.And you
better hurry up about it because we’ve got church today.”She giggled slightly.“Momma said to remind you not to forget your
little breasts under your suit… and of course you’ll still have to wear those
very pretty shoes you’ve got on.I’m
sure you must really love them!Now
hurry up!” she commanded.With a giggle,
she left him and headed back to the kitchen.

The command to hurry up couldn’t be ignored, just as he couldn’t ignore
any of her other commands.But could he
even stand up now… let along walk into the bathroom?His feet were totally numb, but by holding
onto the bed frame, he was able to climb his way to his feet.It was a moment though before he attempted
walking.

He usually shaved before he showered, but today he was considering
taking his shower first – just to get out of the shoes a few minutes earlier.But doing that would only land him in the
shoes again sooner rather than later.So
since it wouldn’t make that much of a difference, he shaved before taking the
time to sit on the toilet seat and finally work on unstrapping the miserable
torture devices from his feet.Once he
had the left shoe unstrapped, he grabbed it and had to pull it off of his
foot.His foot didn’t hurt any
less.He tried to bend his toes, and for
a moment, he couldn’t.But painfully,
his toes did finally bend.Painfully,
and wonderfully.He flexed his entire
foot over and over again, loosening the muscles up until they worked once
again.And then he finally attacked the
right foot where he had to repeat the entire process before he could get into
the shower.

A white shirt with a dark red tie.His charcoal sports jacket and a slightly darker shade of pants.He would have felt almost normal if it wasn’t
for the frilly pink panties he was wearing underneath – coupled with a bra with
balled up socks in each of the cups… and lest he forget, women’s knee-hi hose
and black very high heeled shoes strapped to his feet.And she expected him to go to church this
way?Of course she did!

“Mr. Brinkley,” Janice called as she headed down the hallway.She got to his room and opened the door.“There you are.”She took a moment to look him over.“I must say, you did a good job of selecting
which clothes to wear to day.Those
trousers go very nicely with your new shoes.They could be an inch or two longer, but other than that, I think they
go very nicely.”

Roger also felt that his pants could be longer – so that they would
completely cover the stupid shoes he was wearing so they wouldn’t be seen as
much.As it was, his pants only came
down just below his ankle, hiding the top strap around his ankle, and not much
more.

“Come along, Mr. Brinkley.Carol
and I have already eaten breakfast and yours is still waiting for you.You’re going to need to hurry and eat while
we’re finishing getting ready.”

After her little “refresher” training last night, Roger’s body was
already moving before he realized it.A
minute later, he was dropping to his hands and knees and lowering his head into
his dog bowl to eat – pancakes!With
maple syrup!Very good – and very
messy!Despite how he was forced to eat,
his breakfast actually tasted good.

The long ride to church was the same as it was the week before, except
this time Roger was overly anxious about getting out of the car in the shoes he
had on.He absolutely couldn’t
understand how Janice would want him to go to church dressed as he was.It was… unthinkable!Yet it appeared that he was doing it.But as tired as he was from not sleeping well
all night, it was the fear over what he was about to be doing that kept him
awake through the entire drive there.

The parking lot of the “Free Spirit Nondenominational Church”
was far more packed today than it had been last week.He figured that it was so crowded only
because it was Easter Sunday and everyone had come out for the holiday.Despite the cloudy skies, Roger could see a
lot of people standing around and talking outside of the place.Couldn’t they get inside… where they wouldn’t
have to see him walking up there in his stupid shoes?

The closest parking spot that
Janice could find was quite a ways from the entrance to the makeshift
church.She and Carol got out of the car
happily.Roger forced himself to get
out… not so happily.He hung back,
following nervously behind as they headed across the parking lot.He could hear his stupid high heels making
similar sounds to the shoes both Janice and Carol were wearing.Hopefully, the noise of their shoes would
hide the sound of his.He felt so
embarrassed it wasn’t funny… and they hadn’t even gotten close to the place
yet.

As they approached, he saw more and more heads start to turn in their
direction… and more and more smiles on the faces of the people.Fortunately, he was sure that they were only
looking at Janice and Carol.But that
didn’t last long as he saw a few faces suddenly looking all too strangely at
him.He could feel his face turning red
as he now stared mostly down toward the pavement that his stupid high heels
were traversing.

“Janice!” a friendly female voice called.

Roger looked up to see a woman and a man looking at them.The woman was holding her arms out toward
Janice, who immediately went up and hugged her.Roger held back, ashamedly, while the woman and her husband spoke
briefly with Janice and Carol.But
shortly after that greeting, the woman turned toward him.

“Oh,” Janice told her, “this is a friend… Roger Brinkley.”

Roger was forced to say hi, and oddly, shake the hand of the man with
the woman.

“Always nice to see a new face here,” the man told Roger.

“Thanks Roger replied as he took in how carefully the man was assessing
his appearance – from his head all the way down to his feet.But fortunately, other than that, nothing was
said about the “odd” way that he was dressed.

Following Janice, he gradually made his way into the building itself,
which was even more crowded.Inside, he
was again very aware of the large mixture of people there.People of all types – including the obvious
transvestites who he noticed were all looking him over all too
interestedly.

He was hanging back again, while Janice was talking with yet more
friends, when someone suddenly patted his arm.He turned and found himself face to face with… a group of those
transvestites… or transsexuals… he wasn’t sure which.

“We saw you here last week!” one of the “less” obvious ones said to him
– in an all too breathy voice that sounded mostly gay to Roger.“We’re so glad you came back again.”

Roger nodded.“Yeah, I was here
last week,” he confirmed.Then just for
something else to say, he added, “I was quite taken by how well your minister
spoke.”

“Oh she is good!” another of them replied.

Roger noticed one of them staring all too intently at his shoes.Of course “he” was wearing a very colorful
dress and high heels himself… not to mention that he was made up totally as a
woman… more or less convincingly.Since
the “person” was staring so intently at his shoes, Roger braved shoving his
left foot forward a bit so the “person” could see it better.

“I really, really love your shoes,” the “person” said as he continued
to stare at them.

Roger was saved from saying thanks, when another of them spoke up.“You know, one of the great things about this
church is that nobody here judges anyone else.Everyone is different – all of us.And we seem to celebrate that spirit here.So honey, I can see that you’re trying to be
brave and go slow about what you’re wearing, but if next week you’d like to
show up in a dress, honey, nobody will say anything bad about it at all.Trust me!”

Roger saw the others nodding their agreement… and he could feel himself
blushing again.Not knowing what else to
say, he replied, “Uh… thanks.”He
certainly hoped that Janice wouldn’t make him wear a damn dress next time, but
he never knew what she would do.The
damn woman was capable of absolutely anything!

Despite it being a holiday, and the church being much more crowded, the
service itself was much as it was last week.And once again Roger found what the woman preacher talked about to be
both interesting… and inspirational.Not
that any of it would do him any good.

There was more greeting and a few more nervous handshakes after the
service… and a few people commenting about his new shoes… and another person
who told him not to worry about feeing self-conscious there – yeah right!And when it was over, Roger was more than
glad to get back into the car again – and out of sight.

“I noticed you’re starting to collect some friends, Mr. Brinkley,”
Janice said as she started the car.“I
think that’s wonderful!”

Friends?That was the last thing
that Roger wanted to think about the people he had met.He wasn’t sure he wanted that kind of
“friends” at all.But at least they had
all been somewhat kind to him and as they all had said, nobody there had seemed
to laugh or even look down at him in any way at all.And that thought was very comforting.

“I’m afraid that since this is Easter Sunday,” Janice said as she
turned the car onto the interstate, “that most of the restaurants will be
either closed or overly crowded, so I’ll just fix us something light for dinner
when we get home.”

Roger was glad.The last place
he wanted to go was somewhere else in public.Especially since anywhere else would only be that much more
embarrassing.Now that church was over
with and all the worry was behind him, Roger fell sound asleep in the back of
the car for the rest of the trip home.He didn’t wake up until Janice herself woke him – after she had pulled
into the garage.

“Mr. Brinkley,” she said as Roger was heading, still foggy-headed,
toward his bedroom to change into his work clothes.Roger turned back to hear what she wanted
now.“Don’t bother putting your work
clothes on,” she told him.“This is
Easter Sunday and I’ll not have you working today.”

Roger was very surprised.And
immediately he started hoping he could get in a good nap!

“Since you won’t be working,” she continued, “just take those clothes
off and you can stay naked all day.Except for those pretty shoes of course,” she added with an all too
obvious grin.

Naked?All day?Why not?It was no worse than much of what he had been through lately.In fact, it was no problem to him at
all.He just wished he could get out of
the stupid shoes he was wearing.Once he
was totally undressed, and since Janice hadn’t given him any instructions,
Roger laid down on the new carpeting in his bedroom once again – and this time
using his sweatshirts for a pillow and a flannel shirt for a blanket, fell
sound asleep – despite how uncomfortable the shoes were on his feet.Ahhh!

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For those of you who might remember me, I’m the same Karen who used to have the website My Sissy Rules Fantasy that Yahoo suddenly deleted several years ago. I still miss my website and really hope to have one back again someday, but, well, I guess I procrastinate a lot – plus, I think the internet has been doing a lot of growing lately.
Other than that, what else can I tell you about me? As I said, I’m male. An older male to be exact. One who has wished very hard his entire (and I mean entire) life that he had been born a girl. Seriously! You have no idea how much that aches in me – always.
I’ve always been small and skinny, except recently my stomach has decided it wants to be large and fat (Arrgh!). Oh yeah, I’m also very married to a wonderful woman who knows nothing at all about this side of me… and I intend to work very hard at keeping it that way.
So for me, life is good, and life is bad, and life is worse, and life is horrible, and life is great. But that’s what life is – you take what it hands you and you do the very best you can under the circumstances. And you enjoy what little bits that you can, wherever and however you can manage it.